_"You are the one that says you hate having your servant so close to you when you work or walk so I am respecting your space."_

“Ahaha, did I now? No…don’t think I’ve ever said anything of the sort,” Spencer answered back happily. “Thus, I can assume you’re starting to get the wrong idea about me Mellie. You know, it’s not very nice to put words in my mouth.”

At that moment, the seated man tipped his fedora to look at his servant. There was a flash across his green eyes, and the shadow of a smirk. It almost seemed as if the room had gotten colder as well.

“Yes, it’s very disrespectful to make up stories about your employer,” he continued. “While you might find it as a joke Miss Mellie, I do not. For the sake of your future working at this manor, I suggest you keep your misconception, no matter how flawed they are, to yourself,” he said darkly, his aura suddenly becoming engulfing.

However, the moment passed quickly, and soon he was back to his nonchalant self.

“Now then! I’m glad that’s all sorted out. Had you scared there, right?”